Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Lalita Larking Elsewhere

RIP, Lalita.

Neha's post(s) and Dubious Move's.

And from Reginald Shepherd's post today on Harriet, this poem by Tim Dlugos:


When I try to imagine
what heaven will be like,
I think of Puccini’s Pekinese
court, ruled by a big Joan Sutherland
type wearing an enormous headdress,
where riddling has metastasized
from a show of wit into a burning
passion, consuming all the time
that passes in the progress
toward an end that never comes,
and everyone, not only the sympathetic
slightly ridiculous Ping, Pang and Pong,
has long since been sated by the marvels
of the capital, and just wants to go home.

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